Beneath the Shifting Shards of Glass... Stars Whisper of Grace
Beneath the Shifting Shards of Glass... Stars Whisper of Grace By: The zero stone “Giving... is not a matter of having excess money, my child, but it is a matter of having an abundance of heart.” The stench of rotting waste mingled with the sweltering heat radiating from the earth, like the foul breath of a monster consuming the discarded relics of metropolis prosperity. This was the kingdom of abandonment, where "Mother" and "Boy A" used their bare hands to sustain their fragile existence day by day. Amidst mountains of garbage looming overhead, the scorching sun baked their skin into a deep, weathered coppery bronze, yet Mother’s eyes remained placid, calm, and profound—like a freshwater spring that would never run dry. "A... remember this, my child," Mother said, her voice raspy yet firm, as she reached out her calloused, cracked hand to gently stroke her son’s head. "Even if our baskets are filled with what others brand as trash, our hearts mu...